i told i had no intention to be another of your numbers. when i touch you its not because i don’t have anyone else to touch. when i talk to you its not because i can’t talk to anyone else. when i sleep next to you its not because i just want any bed, hell, i don’t even like sleeping with other people, you know that. its because its you, your skin, your voice, your mind. BUT,...
He nearly called you again last night. Can you imagine that, after all this...– Seven Types of Ambiguity (via aeloquence)